You wanted to race through the maze. I would take the left and you, the right. But I was afraid of going through it on my own so I grabbed your hand, flashed you a big grin and dragged you in my direction.
You protested, as I knew you would.
I persisted, as you knew I would.
I later found out the right side of the maze was a much shorter path.
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We were walking together, holding hands, trying to find our way out.
I stopped. You ventured forward a few steps before turning back to look at me.
You tilted your head quizzically, raised your eyebrows at me.
"What?" you asked.
"Nothing," I laughed. I pointed behind you.
It was a dead end.
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